Luyện nghe bài hát Senses Working Overtime

Hey, hey, the clouds are
There's straw for the
And the innocents can all sleep
All sleep

My, my, sun is pie
fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep
All safely

And all the world is
It's for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to take all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to taste the 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and and the church bells softly chime

Hey hey, night day
There's for the thinkers
And the innocents can all slowly
All live

My, my, the sky cry
Jewels for the
And the one's can all die slowly
All die

And all the world is
It's just for me to my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses working
Trying to take all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to taste the difference a lemon and a lime
and pleasure and the church bells softly chime

And birds might fall from skies
And might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on ice
But to me very, very beautiful
(England's glory!)

(A beauty!)

And all the is football-shaped
just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to this all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the and grime
Turds and treasure and there's one, two, three, four,

Senses working
to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses overtime
Trying to the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the bells softly chime